Dear, Dear Dear.
There’s nowhere safe in this photo for my eyes. I’m going to have to develop some sort of a contraption that dulls my optic nerves whilst browsing some of these.
Not only did our Lothario actually pick up a gun in his “muscle shirt”, he told a pal to take the photo to preserve this memory AND he posted said photo ON A DATING SITE.
Sidenote: please note the “fitting room” right behind him which I suspect has muffled cries of “dear god no” emanating from it daily.
Lower your weapon, tragic hero. I surrender. And so do my eyes, my sex drive and my will to live.